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the ashen light that precedes dawn. Saphira had landed in the hol-low where they were now, and they had slept through most of thepast day before beginning their reconnaissance. A fountain of amber motes billowed and swirled as Roran tosseda branch onto the disintegrating coals. He caught Eragon's look andshrugged. "Cold," he said. Before Eragon could respond, he heard a slithering scrapingsound akin to someone drawing a sword. He did not think; he flung himself in the opposite direction,rolled once, and came up into a crouch, lifting the hawthorn staff todeflect an oncoming blow. Roran was nearly as fast. He grabbed hisshield from the ground, scrambled back from the log he had beensitting on, and drew his hammer from his belt, all in the span of afew seconds. They froze, waiting for the attack. Eragon's heart pounded and his muscles trembled as he searchedthe darkness for the slightest hint of motion. I smell nothing, said Saphira. When several minutes elapsed without incident, Eragon pushedhis mind out over the surrounding landscape. "No one," he said.Reaching deep within himself to the place where he could touchthe flow of magic, he uttered the words "Brisingr raudhr!" A palered werelight popped into existence several feet in front of him and remained there, floating at eye level and painting the hollow with awatery radiance. He moved slightly, and the werelight mimicked hismotion, as if connected to him by an invisible pole. Together, he and Roran advanced toward where they'd heardthe sound, down the gulch that wound eastward. They held theirweapons high and paused between each step, ready to defend them-selves at any moment. About ten yards from their camp, Roran heldup a hand, stopping Eragon, then pointed at a plate of shale thatlay on top of the grass. It appeared conspicuously out of place.Kneeling, Roran rubbed a smaller fragment of shale across the plateand created the same steely scrape they and heard before.